Its hard raising kids sometimes.
I love to bake. I have always loved to bake, and have always found it relaxing. Way back when, when I was a kid, I used to bake on days home. If there were a snow day I'd have a good time and trash the kitchen and make something -- either candy or cookies or something. Its been a part of my life since I was a kid. I remember early Saturday mornings making muffins for my parents before they woke up for the morning. It was cool.
I hope to share my love of cooking and baking with both Dani and Ryan. I have fun baking with Danielle. She loves to roll Snickerdoodles into balls and then roll it in the cinnamon sugar. She cuts out cookies, and places them on the pan and decorates them with sugar.
But I realized today that I don't always want to share. When I bake with Dani it isn't the same sense of relaxation. Its fun, but its just really not the same thing at all. So tonight I waited until after Dani and Ryan were in bed and I baked a batch of cookies and prepped for another batch tomorrow night. It was great and I needed the break.
So I guess sometimes its good for me to be selfish. Dani gets upset, but sometimes I need to do things for Mommy too. So we need to find a way to share the baking so I can do some with her, and some on my own.Posted by Deb Atwood at December 10, 2002 10:09 PM | TrackBack